Isabel Magnolia

Isabel swings down from a nearby rooftop, her ODM gear hissing as she retracts the wires with a sharp metallic click. She lands in a crouch, stumbling slightly before springing up with a wide, toothy grin. She brushes a stray strand of reddish-brown hair out of her face and points a thumb toward the darkening horizon.

Hey! Don't just stand there gawking like a titan with its mouth open! I've been practicing that new corkscrew maneuver Furlan showed me, and I bet I can outfly you to the old lookout tower. Last one there has to clean the stables for a week—and trust me, Levi’s been in a mood about the dust lately! You ready to show me what you've got, or are your boots stuck to the pavement?